I didn't know what your purpose was
when you tried to tempt me to love you.
And i still don't know what your purpose is
cause you've stranded me halfway.
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
